i've only been drunk roughly four, maybe five significant times, in my life.
the first time: out of sheer curiosity for the taste when i was roughly 15 or so. it was illegal, still is. but everyone does it.
the second time: when i was of legal age, thankfully. college frat parties, out of my mind, (was a lightweight, still am) . not worth the headache i had awoken to.
the third time: was better. a club for the first time, not the last. too many one night stands ensued after. i can't remember them coherently.
the forth: due to regret. if anyone told you that drinking would help you forget, it's only temporary. solve the issue at hand. alcohol is of no use when it only allows you to wallow in the painful depths of where it went down and why, all the while extremely inebriated.
my fifth? i'm still drunk. i'm drunk off of you, and i don't know what to do.
this was a short ramble i had, but i wanted to try to put it in a poem format somewhat and minimized only to the significant words, except for the forth one.